or a reason that you will appreciate, Miss Rose, if you will
put on your bonnet the wrong way, with the front precisely
where the back should be."

"I don't understand," -- said the young lady, with something of
an inclination to pout, Will's face was so full of
understanding.

"It isn't necessary that you should understand such a
business," he said, becoming grave. "It is our fortune to do
it, and it is yours to have nothing to do with it, -- which is
much better."

"I have the happiness to disagree with you, Mr. Rufus," said
Elizabeth.

"In what?"

"In thinking that we have nothing to do with it, or that it is
not necessary we should understand it."

"I don't see the happiness, Miss Elizabeth; for your
disagreement imposes upon you a necessity which I should think
better avoided."

"Which ploughs the best, Rufus?" said Rose; -- "you or
Winthrop?"

"There is one kind of ploughing," said Rufus biting his lip,
"which Winthrop doesn't understand at all."

"And you understand them all, I suppose?"

He didn't answer.

"What is the kind he does not understand, Mr. Rufus?" said
Elizabeth.

"Ploughing with another man's heifer."

"Why, what's that, Rufus? I don't know what you mean," said
Miss Cadwallader.

No more did Elizabeth, and she had no mind to engage the
speaker on unequal terms. She called her cousin off and took
the road home, leaving Winifred to speak to her brother and
follow at her leisure.

"How different those two people are," she remarked.

"Which one do you like best?"

"Winthrop, a great deal."

"I know you like him the best," said her cousin wilfully.

"Of course you do, for I tell you."

"_I_ don't. I like the other a great deal the best."

"He wasn't very glad to see us," said Elizabeth.

"Why wasn't he? Yes he was. He was as glad as the other one."

"The other one didn't care twopence about it."

"And what did this one care?"

"He cared, --" said Elizabeth.

"Well, I like he should -- the other one don't care about
anything."

"Yes he does," said Elizabeth.

"I shall give Mr. Haye a hint --that he had better not send you
here another summer," said Rose wittily; -- "there is no
telling what anybody will care for. I wouldn't have thought it
of you."

"Can't you be sensible about anything!" said Elizabeth, with a
sort of contemptuous impatience. "If I had anybody else to
talk to, I would not give you the benefit of my thoughts. I
tell them to you because I have